Sitting Here in My Running Clothes

I am exhausted, but not for lack of sleep. Sophia has been sleeping through the night for the last three nights (ahhh the Holy Grail at last, how sweet thou art!). It is by far one of the nicest developments of the past few weeks, up there with the thumb sucking (hooray for self-soothing!) and of course, nothing can top the huge grins and singing to herself. But even with these eight and nine hour stretches I still feel completely lacking in the energy department.

Yesterday I arrived at the gym and sat in my car for ten minutes with my eyes closed and head leaned back on the head rest before I finally went inside and willed myself through four, half-mile repeats. Yes, I felt good when I finished, but today I don't feel any better: sluggish, tired, lacking motivation. I'm sitting here in my running clothes hoping that if I at least have them ON then I will feel more compelled to actually run or at this point I'll settle for any form of exercise, maybe a few sit-ups and a squat if I am ambitious. Just a squat. Only one.

The thing is, the reason I changed into my running clothes (with no real intention of running) is because the clothes I had been wearing all day were too tight and uncomfortable--I still don't really fit into them. Which is all the more reason to run! But I am sitting here eating celery, which counts for something right? (What you don't see is that I am using the celery to eat gobs of peanut butter. Points against me.)

So maybe today I won't do anything…but I really should. I know once I get going I will feel energized, I will forget how tired I am and will actually enjoy my work out. Oh, but look at the time…I've got to go make dinner.